He studied her more intently than she was used to. With an edgy stillness that seemed totally foreign to him.
The longer she stood before him, the more her paranoia built.
Finally, Brandt pushed to his feet. His dark eyes remained on hers as he deftly skirted the coffee table and the pile of Landon’s toys. He stopped in front of her, his big hands clenched at his sides. “Starting tonight, but especially this first time, I call the shots. All of them. I own your sexuality. We clear?”
Talk about being the big, bad wolf. Jessie nodded.
“Say the word so there’s no misunderstanding between us.”
She swallowed and said, “Yes.”
Brandt slanted his mouth over hers. But he didn’t kiss her with lust-fueled passion. He drank her in—
with his eyes, with the short, choppy breaths he pulled into his lungs.
Although Jessie was pretty sure he wanted to take a possessive kiss, he didn’t, which indicated his monumental control.
His tongue darted out and slid along the plump inside curve of her bottom lip. A leisurely, sensuous glide across the sensitive flesh that caused her mouth to tremble even as her lips parted in invitation. But he didn’t dive in for a greedy, openmouthed kiss. He lightly swept his damp lips over hers. Repeatedly. Male hunger and hot breath, tempered with softness that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
He gauged her responses and inched closer, but didn’t allow their bodies to touch. Heat shimmered between them.
Jessie actually felt dizzy from want. What would he do if she fisted her hands in his T-shirt and just took the kiss she craved? His warning, This first time, I call the shots, forced her to truly surrender to him.
And that’s when Brandt kissed her.
Holy mother of God did the man lay a kiss on her. His hands framed her face with utmost gentleness as his mouth conquered hers. Dominated. Destroyed. Ignited.
After several minutes of proving his mastery, Brandt changed the angle of his head, taking the kiss from fiery to flirty. Sucking on her tongue. Nibbling on the very edges of her lips. Kissing the corners of her smile.
“Jessie?” he murmured between kisses. “Can you do something for me?”
Her head buzzed. She had no idea how her body remained upright when he’d turned her inside out.
“Jess? Darlin’? Are you listening?”
“Umm. What?”
“Hang on.” His hands dropped from her face and he took her arm.
She thought he was taking her to bed, but he detoured to the couch. She blinked at him. “What are we—”
“I’m getting to it.” Brandt curled his hand around her jaw, feathering his thumb across her kiss swollen lower lip. “Take your clothes off.” Her eyes must’ve given away her confusion because he clarified, “I don’t need a striptease. I need you nekkid.”
With shaking fingers, Jessie gripped the edges of her mock turtleneck and tugged it over her head.
He’d seen her naked before, but her whole body flushed with color anyway.
Brandt didn’t help with her clothing removal, besides the heat in his eyes urging her to hurry.
Next she unhooked her bra, tossing it on the floor. She yanked to release the button on her jeans.
Brandt’s hand shot out and held her shoulder as she shimmied the denim down her legs. She’d hooked a finger in each side of her black lace panties, when Brandt’s rough hand covered hers, forcing her to look at him.
“Those are mine.” He gently pushed her onto the couch.
The tweed fabric scratched her skin. Weird to think she’d never sat naked on this couch before now.
Leather probably would’ve been a better furniture choice.
This is not the time to contemplate home furnishing mistakes. Look at Brandt, dummy, not the weaving pattern in the fabric.
“What are you thinkin’ about so hard?”
“Not thinking about anything but you, Brandt.”
“Such pretty words from such a pretty mouth.” He used the tip of his finger to trace the contours of her lips. “Do you have any idea how jealous I was that night at the lake? Seein’ you on your knees in front of that little f**king prick, Mike?”
“I don’t remember much from that part of the night.”
“I do, and I wanna erase that mental image of you with another man’s c**k in your throat. All I want to remember is the image of my c**k in your throat. Your mouth on my dick.” Brandt unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Eased both to the floor without losing eye contact with her.
What a rush, seeing Brandt’s take-charge side. In the last week she’d been thinking a lot about the kind of lover he’d be. And thank God sugarcoating his demands wasn’t his style.
She barely got a peek at his c**k before he commanded, “Hands on my thighs.” He grasped the base of his dick in his right hand and rubbed his cockhead across her lips. “Open.”
Jessie let her eyes drift shut in anticipation of tasting him, of pleasing him, of pleasing herself by admitting how much she wanted this, wanted him.
His gentleness during the slow glide across her lips, over her teeth and across her tongue, surprised her. As did the loving way he framed her face in his hands, sweeping his thumbs over her hollowed cheeks up to her temple. “Beautiful.”
The musky, salty, utterly masculine flavor filled her mouth and zoomed straight to her core.
His gentleness vanished without warning. He held her head tightly, angled her neck and rammed in fully so the base of his c**k rested on her bottom teeth.
She opened her throat against her immediate reaction to gag. She relaxed her jaw and sucked air in through her nose. The circumference of his dick was thick enough that her lips were stretched to the limit.
But man, she loved this. Giving in to him. Giving it all to him.
“Look at me.”
The only things she could move were her eyes. The satisfaction in Brandt’s caused her heart to jackhammer. Caused her pulse to pound between her thighs. In that moment, she knew there was no going back. Anything that happened between them would be so much more than sex.
“I’m gonna want you usin’ that mouth more. Swallow.”
She did, but it wasn’t easy.
“That’s it.” He withdrew, leaving just the head balanced on the edge of her teeth. “Use your tongue.
Good. Oh, yeah, I like that.” Then he flexed his hips and buried his length into her throat again, starting the rapid in and out thrusting that told her he was already close to the edge.
Mired in a sexual haze, Jessie listened to his play by play of what he wanted. Of how hot she looked.